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Jun. 18th, 2009 11:59 pm
witticaster: (dressed for a funeral)
Mistakes in the way of syntax and typos and etc can be blamed on the fact that I am not wearing my glasses right now. Mistakes in the way of logic, voice, canon, and et cetera can be blamed on the fact that I was getting to sleep and was viciously attacked by this idea and am now typing it directly into this post in hopes of getting it down now and getting it down good later. I don't know when it's set, but since probably no one reading this knows the source material and also, it's late, who cares?

ExpandI lay on my back on the lumpy couch, staring up. )

I have been ravenous for thinks lately, but the problem with that is that you have to write something (and it would help if it didn't suck) before you can get feedback on it. SIGH self is lazy and also is writing a shitty Jess tonight. The problem with first-person books is that it's really obvious when you're Doing It Wrong. DX Maybe in the morning I will fix it up some.

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Mar. 10th, 2009 11:18 pm
witticaster: Several lines of crossed-out poetry and a hand holding a fountain pen, drawn in charcoal & ink. (Default)
My professor called it a "gorgeous paper" (which means she will be very disappointed by the one I turned in today >>), and I am pretty proud of it myself, considering. So, yeah, posting it. It's my response paper to Leslie Feinberg's Stone Butch Blues.

ExpandThunder and Yearning: New Words for a Butch Narrative )

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Aaaaand yeah, it's supposed to be that short. She likes 'em one page, single-spaced. It's both refreshing and terrifying.

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Feb. 28th, 2009 06:25 pm
witticaster: (dressed for a funeral)
She sighed and leaned her head in her hands, elbows on the kitchen table. I'd knocked all the wind out of her sails. Without looking at me, my mother replied in a tight, small voice, as if she was trying not to cry. "Goldberg. Her name was Jess Goldberg."

With her name in my ears, my memories suddenly felt as clear as when they first happened. Everything about Jess--her smell, her laugh, the way she looked at the eagles at the zoo the day she told us she was leaving--came into focus.

Jess Goldberg.

I was going to find her.

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When we have time again, let's write Stone Butch Blues fanfic with Kim as the narrator on the search for Jess. Please, please, please. I need for that story to occur.

...Don't ask why I'm half-trying to mimic Jess's narration when I want to set it in Kim's POV. I just want to. Besides, questioning why I wanted to write Stone Butch Blues fic in the first place is probably a smarter place to start.